Young Master Mo's protective voice clearly rang out.
Grandfather Mo looked up, brushing his beard with a hint of meaning in his gesture.
"Daddy!"
Little Chenxi called out to Mo Chuxi and ran to his side.
Mo Chuxi bent down and scooped the delicate, small child into his arms.
"Daddy, where's Brother Xi? Is Brother Xi still hurting?"
She blinked her big eyes, asking with concern.
"Brother Xi will be fine once he's done in the bathroom. You don't need to worry, sweetheart."
"That's great! Then Chun can play with Brother Xi later!"
"Mm."
Mo Chuxi smiled and pinched the little one's cheek gently.
Grandfather Mo watched this scene and couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth, then turned and sat down on the sofa.
